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Friday, February 13, 2009
A Red Letter Day at the Blue Water Day Spa
Imagine gazing at the deep blue of the ocean, the grainy sand massaging your feet, while basking in the warmth of your loved ones company... Hmm, such indulgence need not be a mere cinematic experience. For the Blue Water Day Spa has come up with the World's First Spa Theater. Now, far be it for me to have my family miss out on such a great relaxing adventure. Why, it would almost be criminal. So, let me whip out my pocket calendar and do a mental rearranging of our family schedule. My 9 year old daughter will need no further urging to try movie watching whilst lounging in a very comfortable chair. She is also enough of a lady to enjoy the gentle pampering of foot, back and shoulder massage. Now that is definitely a treat off school. My husband, on the other hand, will definitely sing his heart out in the midst of his relaxing massage. What a wonderful gift to him whose always a bit drawn after a day's work. And, for myself? Just the thought of lying back and letting someone work their magic on my weary muscles is pure enjoyment. But, with my family there to share it with? Let me say no more. I'm sure you'll head out there to enjoy it, too. And, know what? What you'll get is infinitely more than what you imagined... Saturday, February 07, 2009
Afloat
Some days you just can't get a grip on things. I tell myself it isn't right to feel lousy over some thing I definitely can't do anything about. Doesn't help one iota. Wish to go home and bury my head in the sand, haha... Friday, February 22, 2008
Book Perfect
Whoever said that lightning strikes once is dead. Wrong, that is. Let me tell you why. I'm the classic bookworm, not the type to go out much. I would immerse myself in my fictional world days at a time never minding anything except that. Thus, at the ripe old age of 23, I've never had a boyfriend nor actively looked for one. Oh, I would sometime wish myself the same raptures that some of my lovestruck friends have found. But, only momentarily, for I would always go back to my fictional world of books where everything beautiful is possible. A dreamer, I guess. But, I had no desire to be awakened. So there I was, happily traipsing through the romance novels and whodunit mysteries I so love when D-day came. It was a perfectly normal eve. My mother was preparing our dinner and I was in the living room with, of course, the requisite, never without, pocketbook of the day (that's how fast I gobble up books!) when lo and behold a good-looking, really tall guy came knocking on our door. I was, quite literally, struck dumb. Here I was, still in a rosy-colored mood from my current reading of romance novel and a dashing guy comes knocking on my doorstep? Am I being put to the test, I asked myself? I resolved not to be swayed by some mysterious forces I believe quite determined to wreck my book-perfect, albeit fantasy world. I am after all, perfectly fine and happy with it. "Uhmm, yes?" I asked the guy after several moment of staring at his seemingly perfect face with its chinky eyes, chiseled nose and thin but well-shaped lips. But, I obstinately thought to myself, no one can beat the good-looking hero on my current book of the day. Why, he's too perfect to even be touched by this mere mortal. "Uh, well. I'm Gabriel, Nhoriel, your cousin's friend? He told me to meet him here," the guy said, staring at me quite expectantly. My, I thought, he's quite tall. Come to think of it, he does have a fighting chance with my book-perfect hero. "Oh, he went out just now," I said doubtfully. And, not wanting to, but driven by years of being taught on good manners and right conduct first at home and then at the all-girl Catholic school I've attended all through elementary and high school, "Would you like to sit down and wait for him here? He should be back any minute." He smiled beautifully and I wanted to retract my invitation then. Feeling that I'm letting myself in for something I'm not quite sure what. But, there's no turning back for he was stepping inside and with a nod of trepidation from me, went right on ahead to sit on our sofa. And, thus it started. We talked hesitatingly at first but more comfortably after. I learned afterwards that my cousin, who used to teach me so much for being such a homebody, set it up in such a way that I can't refuse him. He made his friend come to the house so we could meet. He already told Gabriel much about me. It was a heady and frightening feeling. To be pursued by someone that good-looking and nice and sweet. I tried to fight it at first, spending more time with my school friends just so I could see if I'd miss him. And I did, so much that I finally admitted that real life can't be beat. Real people who shows you how special you are are just too precious to be let go. And, that no matter how much you hide from the world, whether it be books or cars or pets or a favorite hobby, you can't be excused. People will always touch your lives and you'll be blessed and enriched. I have never been more so. Gabriel and I have a beautiful daughter now. We married a year after meeting each other. Growing more loving each day. And, its not the book-perfect union I imagined it would be for we do fight and squabble some days. But, its even more real and mature because of it. I would never trade any of it. What I am right now, I am because of the people I love and who love me in return. I would like to think of my life now as a well-loved book. More beautiful with each passing page. Richer with new and varied characters and more valuable with age and tear. My hero is real and he came in the name of Gabriel. Love strikes not once but every moment that you rejoice with the people you're with. Be struck again and again and be happy with it. It is for real.
Thursday, July 27, 2006
Grateful
I chanced upon the blog of my former work batchmate. I didn't really get to talk to her, then, and I feel that it was a missed opportunity. From her blog, I see that she's a wonderful person. Really strong and full of life and love. Reading her entries, you'd know that she's dealing with a lot. She's ill, she can't work because of her illness, one of her children has autism, and her husband's a jerk. Just seeing the list would make your head ache, and she has to deal with it. A lot, really. But, her blog, inspite of its seriousness, has an underlying message of hope and fortitude. She's shouldering on and she's doing it in a way that makes you see that unfortunate things do happen, reality sucks sometimes, but you should never let it suck you up. I admire her. And, I thank her for making me realize how grateful I am for all that He has given me and my loved ones: love, life, and health. That problems are just that, problems. They come and they go but you're still the same you. Rather than being the sad and negative you, it's better to be the happy and optimistic you. We all have mountains to surmount and I'm just glad that blogs serve as medium with which we can share our trials and triumphs. It just works as a red flag sometimes, reading someone else's struggles and continuing hope and perseverance, for us to always work hard in being happy and grateful not inspite of, but, because of Life. Wednesday, July 12, 2006
To Preen or Not to Preen
Just had my 15 minutes of fame. My company testimonial with my half-body picture on it was featured on the classifieds section of the Manila Bulletin last July 2. It is their hope that I encourage more applicants to my rarefied company through the ad. It felt weird to see myself on the newspaper. But, I definitely liked seeing my written piece on print. It felt like I'm a certified writer already (my ardent wish) even though it's just a small piece. Anyway, my family went crazy over the paper. I felt happy that they were proud of it. Such loyal supporters. I wouldn't have it any other way. I just had to keep a copy for myself. It's not everyday that I get to see myself on print. Pride's a sin, but, I just had to be excused this one time =) Tuesday, June 06, 2006
To Each His/Her Own
Let me take the liberty of taking this out of context. I'll be using it to refer to couples or two people in a relationship and there's an extra (terrestrial) someone wanting to butt in (literally). Now, it need not be said that the act or even the intention of taking someone or something that is not yours is, well, just plain b_ll s _ _t. Not that we look on our partners as possesions but we'd appreciate it if others would respect the "Hands Off, Taken" sign we all but put in for all the world to see. Of course, it takes two to tango. So, we can't disregard the fact that our partners ultimately have the say in things. But, you know how a person instinctively feels when someone is making a play on your partner? Especially with women? No offense to the male species but they can be pretty dense about this. Or it doesn't matter that much to them. That, even if they do know it, they just feel flattered and think that they can handle it. But, it's different with women. We know that proximity breeds temptation. And, that even if a guy says that it doesn't matter, it does matter. A lot. To us, and our peace of mind about our relationship. For most of us women, avoidance is still the best answer to a definite threat to a relationship. We don't say it to our partners, but, if we could, without being accused of being possesive and jealous, we'd say to avoid that officemate who seem to be always around him in meetings and hovering during breaks and downtime in the office. Or to lessen the get-togethers with that female classmate or a friend who seem to have an awful lot of time just to ask how he's doing. Or to make pasama somewhere. Gosh, the ploys are sometimes so obvious you can just puke. Like, duh, are you that desperate you'd have to make a play for another's boyfriend or worse, husband? There are lots of available guys and gals out there. You don't have to make a play for someone just to feel that you're attractive and that you're irresistable. Respect the relationship that two people have made. I assure you that they've both put a lot of effort into it. It's an unspoken and sacred rule that, unless a person is totally free; mind, heart and legality, you must NEVER try your charms on that person. Not only are you risking your eyes being scratched out (for women), or getting beaten up (for men), but putting shame on that age-old adage of what's Jane is Jane's as Tarzan is. Saturday, May 06, 2006
Mystery Slave
I have always had a fascination with mysteries: novels, games, movies. I love the thrill of the intellectual hide-and-seek with the climactic expose. Whodunits are a sure grab for me. No surprise that among my favorites are Agatha Christie, Sherlock Holmes, Encyclopedia Brown, Nancy Drew, and Hardy Boys books. I loved Cluedo (I just don't like playing it anymore because of my uncle co-player who has a decided tendency to cheat rather wily). I also am a fan of all CSI movies (although I boycotted CSI Miami at first feeling that they're usurping the original CSI team). Surprisingly though, my couch detective tendencies never extended to anything more than that. No great inclination to pursue actual detective work. It was a good thing really since that line of work is not popular and therefore unrewarding here in the Philippines. I don't think I'm cut out for police or NBI or intelligence work, either (low pay and all the running around for clues using circa 1800 tools and methodologies? No thanks!). But, then, I admire those people who are in these kind of work especially in the Philippines. I believe that aside from hard work, it takes a lot of guts to do actual investigation. In my previous work, I was at one time, assigned to handle files pertaining to work financial claims. There were death certificates and autopsy reports and it bothered me after some time. Possesed of a fertile imagination, I can't quite keep myself from thinking about the bodies of the persons on those papers. Once, I even had to steel myself to take the papers personally from a mourning widow! I found I can't be clinical about it all and decided to resign from there. That experience made me all the more amazed of the people who make a lifetime's work out of it. Sure, the CSI phenomenon makes it seem like a glamorous job but I believe its all hard work. There is also the painstaking lab work and the emotional strain that ties with it. So, I'd go on enjoying my safe and comfortable mystery-solving in books and fiction. It's all fun to think about them in the realm of unreality. To just enjoy putting the pieces of the puzzle together and come up with the answer. With me, its a vice really. |
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